Yvonne, born 6 March 1955 - my Mum and friend. Today is her birthday - she would have been 55 years old. I chose this poem to have read at her funeral, but it is only now that I can actually do these things without feeling angry or bitter at losing her.
She is gone
You can shed tears that she is gone,
or you can smile that she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back,
or you can open your eyes and see all that she's left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her,
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her and only that she's gone,
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind
be empty and turn your back
or you can do what she'd want:
smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
I dreamt about her last night - first time in ages. I do believe that people who've died visit us in our dreams. She must know that the cruse counselling helped because she said to me 'you don't need me any more' (in a nice way), and I replied that I'll always need her.
-x-
Anyway, I finished these last weekend but I wanted to save them for today. They will hang in my hallway just as soon as I've painted it all.
Edited to add: the date at the top should be 6 March but blogger wouldn't allow me to schedule it!!!!!
